My Green Goddess

Those of you old enough to remember the Green Goddess may be forgiven for asking why this rubber pervert has chosen to mention it in the blog’s title. And for those of you who have no idea what I am talking about, a little history may be enlightening. The Green Goddess is the colloquial name for the RLHZ Self Propelled Pump manufactured by Bedford Vehicles, a fire engine used originally by the Auxiliary Fire Service (AFS), and latterly held in reserve by the Home Office until 2004 and I am certainly not devoted to that kind of green goddess.

Nor am I devoted to Diana Moran, Her greatest fame was achieved between 1983 and 1987, when she hosted the popular exercise segment of BBC1's Breakfast Time programme. Because of her trademark green leotard she became known as the 'Green Goddess', and I have to admit she did stir certain emotions in those green leotard days.

No, the only Green Goddess that I am stirred by and completely devoted to is Mistress Maggie. If you follow Mistress on social media you may recall that a few weeks ago she announced the completion of her green latex catsuit, and today was the day I became intimately acquainted with that wonderful garment. All was revealed to this totally besotted slave when the door to the Chambers slowly swung open and there before me stood the most beautiful green sight a devoted rubber pervert could ever wish for. It was a darker shade of green latex with matching accessories of wrist bands and nurses cap all adorned with a red cross, a very stunning contrast to the material.

But the most stunning vision was Mistress’s beautiful face framed in the blackest of black hair, the same black as the knee boots she was wearing. The whole impression of suit and Mistress was one of a totally dominant, confident and stunning Dominatrix who from that very instant had my body and soul to do with as she pleased. I felt truly liberated and so ready to follow whatever Mistress wanted, immediately and without question and to abdicate all responsibility. 

I relished the slow progression up the stairs to The Playroom and as I didn’t trust myself not to just reach up and give Mistress a long loving hug, I waited until Maggie arrived on the landing before following. I don’t think I took my eyes off my Mistress or blinked once whilst I stood in total awe of how lucky a slave I actually am.

I placed my butt plug on the Playroom table and it was the first to see action, slipped up my bum it served to prepare me for any alternative anal play Mistress may choose, shortly followed by my dutiful worship of the boots Maggie was wearing. As has become the custom, my arse and other body parts that came within range received light spanks with a short handled crop punctuated by the occasional harder reminder to keep my tongue busy.

Next I was to be rubbered up, today I would be wearing my Invincible latex suit that Mistress had instructed me to bring along, then bending over the Horse my butt plug was replaced with a pair of electric Kegel balls. I am pleased Maggie inserts my own plug for initial stretching, because the Kegels went in so easily. My five suit zips were adjusted to provide Maggie with maximum flexibility to expose my tiny manhood and testicles and to allow the Kegel’s lead to emerge from the suit and be tidily zipped in place. Hmm, Mistress also ensured my nipple zips were open and nipples easily accessible, a pretty obvious sign that they were likely to be used for providing entertainment.

We transferred through to the Clinic with Maggie tugging on my collar ring and leading me there like her pet, which I loved. I sat carefully on the Couch while Maggie helped insert me into the waiting gold body bag.  Once zipped in she retrieved a bunch of white canvas straps that she’d guessed as suitable lengths for fitting round the various parts of my body. Wow, I earned myself some much needed brownie points for suggesting that she used the wall hooks to keep them in order, which she happily accepted. One by one they were secured around me; longer ones around my torso, shorter ones around my legs.

I enjoy wearing the inflatable anaesthetic hood which is just as well, as once Maggie had completely fitted it a great part of the session had me inflated like a balloon within its confines. Now suitably dressed for an occasion it was a matter of arranging myself in a comfortable lying position, so that Mistress could make sure that my restraints were as tight as they could be and take care of my treatment/s, which was nothing short of being trussed up like a turkey! You might recall a few sessions back that Maggie had experimented with self-torture by attaching a pair of rebreather bags to my clamped nipples. Well, she excelled herself on this occasion and introduced more green into the environment. 

At first caress I thought Mistress was using pin wheels on both nipples, but it didn’t take me long to remember the familiar sensation of nettles. Year after year they arrive in the Spring, just when you’d forgotten all about them, but never Maggie. She maintains her own nettle patch and when the season arrives she never fails to treat slaves with her natural nettle remedies. This year using wire she had cleverly attached a bunch of nettles to each of the two rebreathers, breathing in and out raised and lowered the nettles causing them to repeatedly stroke and sting my nipples. I know I may regret this, but the sensation from these little green leaves excited me, although Maggie said she had found using the nipple clamps with the rebreathers more of a hoot.

Mistress outlined a whole series of sound related activities that she had planned for me, using cooled and heated sounds, sitting on me while going a little bigger, extracting a nobbled sound slowly like anal beads, prostate stimulation with the curved Van Buren, attempting a record size, electro play with sounds to name a few. . . All began well and without any hitches. Mistress started off small, teasing me with her cooled sound closely followed by her heated one. Armed with the bobbled sound she climbed up and straddled me, I received her full weight across my abdomen and the sound of crackling plastic told me the bobbly sound was being removed from its sterile packing. Again she started slowly massaging my urethra with its many beads. Everything was perfect and I was willing and ready for Mistress to entertain herself with many more of the plans she had in store for my cock.

I know I have been having problems with my foreskin for a while, actually seeing my pee hole these days belongs in the realms of history, and struggling to find her way in was the only concern Maggie had about her sounding mission today, but as it happened she’d had zero difficulty so far. When the bobbled sound was withdrawn she spotted red stuff, not that I could see it of course and it was causing absolutely no discomfort. I had never had this problem before and Maggie immediately realised sounding me today was not going to work, so withdrew the partially inserted sound. Being unable to ascertain where the source of the red fluid was she announced in no uncertain terms, ‘You will be having nothing else inserted down that hole until you get your problem sorted’.

It is amazing how a little red liquid can get everywhere. I know I really upset Mistress’s order of play and the mess that was created was quite striking. Nevertheless, a clean-up operation was put in motion and my bleeding got under control. This is where Maggie ALWAYS has a plan B and decided that it would be appropriate to enhance the bondage by using the Couch straps to further secure me. Out came the e-stim equipment and groin and balls were wired for three channels of enhanced stimulation.

The inflatable hood that I had been cocooned inside was finally removed, a shame really as I do enjoy a bit of inflation, in its place I had a simple hood, a gag and a blindfold, with private musical accompaniment supplied through a pair of headphones. I must say the thought of being brainwashed really appeals; just think music and the commentary 'you must obey Mistress Maggie… you will do anything and everything to please your Mistress”…' while experiencing total sensory deprivation. Sorry I am drifting again… but the electrics kicked in at a higher rhythm and that certainly helped me concentrate.

And the last luxury of the session was a large quantity of Mistress’s nectar delivered via a feeding tube through the mask opening. It was a very long drink indeed, one that I was ready for and carried on sucking up until the last drop was consumed. I get a real sense of worth, a privilege and an honour being able to recycle Maggie’s waste material, otherwise known as a ‘piss guzzling pervert!’

Because we finished a little earlier than planned I was able to assist Mistress with cleaning up the mess I had created. I do also feel a distinct sense of worth doing some of the washing and tidying round, and of course being able to chat quite naturally with Maggie while we’re making the Clinic immaculate again.

I did get a couple of opportunities during the session to actually feel the latex of Mistress Maggie’s catsuit and it is soooo soft to the touch. The chlorination undertaken by Maggie has led to the perfect finish and that is why there is only ONE Green goddess. 

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Christmas Stuffed and Wrapped

🎄🎄🎄

This was my last training session prior to the Christmas break and I thought about giving the blog a Christmas theme:  

Tis the season to be Jolly

Fa la la la la, la la la la (fa la la la la, la la la la)

Stuff the slave with great big dildo

Fa la la la la, la la la la (fa la la la la, la la la la)

Then fix the slave with lots of poly

Fa la la la la ...

Then I realised the session was far too intense and enjoyable to trivialise with Vogon Christmas carols, so I shall just share my experiences as they happened -

Down down deeper and down

Book appointment  👍

Confirmation mail from Mistress 👍 

 

A.M. do Rapid Lateral Flow Test 👍

Hour before ring Mistress to confirm 👍

Arrive exactly on time wearing mask 👍

Temperature taken by Maggie 👍

Provide proof of negative covid test 👍

Follow that glorious latex derrière to Playroom 👍

and let the real enjoyment begin.

The calling letter from Mistress Maggie gave a lot more scope for my imagination to work on -

‘Your rubber Mistress has been spawning ideas for an experience that will have you swimming into the festive season, in double layers my plaything will be suitably decorated and going with the flow’.

Although I couldn't glean what exactly might happen, there was sufficient reverie to tickle and excite my active imagination. Maggie had greeted me in her shiny gold catsuit which shimmered invitingly throughout the preliminaries, and once I was stripped down to nothing but my rubber socks and gloves I was soon worshipping her knee high black boots with some encouragement from her riding crop. Not that I needed any encouragement and not that Mistress used the crop in anger, more a giddy up and get on with it slave. It was a little different from my normal place of worship in so much that Maggie was casually poised on a tall stool, but my position was as appropriate as always: kneeling at her feet in worship, ready to lick, kiss and generally enjoy the experience. I know not to stray above the boots with my worship but it didn't stop my nose being assailed with the most glorious scent of latex and Mistress.


Mistress then employed me to do some furniture shifting.‘Bring the padded bench into the room please slave. Park it alongside the bed, and take this stool out while you’re there', she said. I knew Mistress wouldn’t be having me shift furniture without some ulterior motive, and true to form I soon found myself draped over the bed with arms outstretched, chained by my wrists to the bed posts and having an aromas soaked towel held over my nose. I few deep breaths had me feeling relaxed, ready for what can only be described as a penetrating experience. Mistress donned her strap-on and loaded it with her large gold dildo, then lubing me up she slowly mounted her slave.

After a good few minutes riding me, Maggie decided she had had enough but my asshole hadn't, so taking off the dildo she sat on the bed and proceeded to make sure it went in deeper and deeper. Once satisfied (and so was I 😁) that her largest electro butt plug would go in easily, the monster was installed snugly in my asshole and tested to ensure it was working ok.

It didn't take long to have me zipped safe and sound inside my Invincible catsuit, with the bum electro leads fed through one of the zippers. It was then that I understood where the next part of the session was heading. Maggie was going to shrink wrap her slave to the Plank and the legs were being screwed onto it ready to get started. Out came the pre-prepared plastic cape, made to make the shoulder wrapping easier and ensure the neck isn’t wrapped too tight, (I have repeatedly eulogised about how thorough and thoughtful Maggie is in her preparation and the comfort of her slaves) it was draped round my shoulders and the cling film wrap commenced.

Mistress had devised a better way of plank wrapping her slave, I was to stand there like a maypole while Maggie circled round me again and again, winding me up with her roll of film until I was thoroughly covered in layers of see through plastic between neck and thighs. The film was then smoothed down before laying me on the plank for the final lower wrap. We agreed that by leaving my legs free it would be easier for me to straddle the plank and shuffle backward or forwards into the best position, Maggie would then be able to clingfilm my legs together.

That worked superbly well, my legs were temporarily roped to the overhead gantry and et voila, it was easy to wrap the legs. Mistress asked me if I needed any cushions and put one under my head and another under my calves. Things then started to get somewhat immobile as Maggie proceeded to wrap me to the plank. I must say I like that experience because I can just make out Maggie's superb breasts as she leans over to pass the roll round her slave. Some good that did apart from urging my cock to become more active.

Maggie wanted her slave totally plasticised. By using her inflatable plastic hood she could achieve that and use its mouth tube to incorporate some restricted breathing, but she also wanted me to experience the joys of more aromas: a plan that created a bit of a quandary. In my experience Maggie has never been a lady who’s foxed by a challenge, so I wasn’t at all surprised when a few moments later she leapt up with a eureka solution. First I was fitted into the latex anaesthetic hood then, with a tight squeeze, the transparent plastic one was forced over the top, and before I knew it my head was puffed up like a balloon. After that my vision became somewhat hazy and even moreso when Mistress said. ‘Let’s find out if these hoods work shall we? Take a deep breath out slave…’ The aroma cloth was held over my mouth tube ‘… and take a deep breath in!... Heaven - I was able to breathe through my nose to get the full effect and Mistress caressed my head with her latex gloves as I floated away into a marvellous place.

By now I was no more than a rigid plaything, a mummy for Mistress to do with as she pleased and that involved freeing a space in the wrapping where my cock was already trying to make its escape. Snip, snip went the scissors and my cock and balls pulled through to the outside. However, their freedom was only short lived because Mistress had assembled some special devices designed to inflict electric current on the groin area. My cock was locked in an electric chastity cage and an electro scrotal bag  stretched over the top to encapsulate my balls. So three electric circuits were used, one to cock, one to balls and one up my bum, giving Mistress the chance to use her new electric control box and the thrill of sending her stimulating electric pulses flowing in all directions.

Over time those electro levels were being gradually raised, each time I got used to a new sensation a little bit more was added. Maggie made sure her plaything knew its survival lay in her hands by occasionally cutting off my air supply with her rubbered finger, at other times she would feed me with life-giving water or send her sweet breaths down my airway tube. 

The ambience in the room then changed: a disco light was positioned so that the effects were visible through the plastic inflatable hood and the main lighting turned off. That was a strange sensation. Gazing at all the blues, yellows and greens swirling above me was such a different ambience and as I quietly lay there I thought of nothing but Mistress Maggie. Was it brain washing, a psychedelic experience or just a vision of the heaven that Maggie had brought me to? Whatever, I momentarily returned to the Christmas theme of Peace On Earth.

With the scene set and her work done Maggie took up a reclining position on the bed and put her feet up on the object she’d created. I do enjoy being her footstool and loved every minute, however, the joy didn’t last forever. The electric levels were raised reasonable high by now, and running her latex hands over my torso to check my temperature Maggie decided to increase the heat. Hello hairdryer!  - it’s heat was used all over me, making my wrapping shrink just a little bit more before concentrating on my chastity cage and playing with my self control. I didn't last long and as Maggie expected I ended up apologising again! Mistress Maggie knows her slave very well, there was no way I could stop my cock from exploding! I really don’t mind, because Maggie can do and does do whatever she wishes with this slave.

This was the best possible Christmas present and thank you Mistress for giving your slave a VERY Merry Christmas. I really look forward to 2022 and as I said, the session was too wonderful to descend into Vogon.

What a Shocking Christmas Pud

I was ringing the door to Mistress Maggie’s Chambers for the final time in the 2010's. Like all the slaves who visit her in December I had to wipe my feet on her special Christmas doormat. Maggie was sporting a very obvious strap-on dildo, and once I had hung up my coat we followed behind it, all the way upstairs to the Playroom. Footwear worship came first, and today involved a new pair of black ankle boots that Mistress had only recently acquired. It was an honour to be knelt before her in my rightful place and to be one of the first to pay homage to these elegant, stylish boots. I even surreptitiously managed the softest touch against the fishnet tights that adorned Maggie’s beautiful legs, but of course rules are rules ‘boots only slave’, and it was only an accidental touch of those most wonderful calves.

One satisfied slave being stuffed ready for Christmas.

Although twenty days away from Christmas this was the nearest session to the big day that I could arrange. Even so, the festive spirit was starting early in the Preston Chambers. As you might expect around the Christmas festive season, thoughts turn to stuffing the turkey, making the Christmas pudding, log decorations and, of course that Nat King Cole classic 'Deck the balls with boughs of holly’, or some kinky version thereof. I can only hope that my Mistress was able to experience at least half the festive spirit that was engendered in her slave as we navigated through my last Christmas of this decade in these heavenly surroundings.

Maggie’s fertile imagination was on fire again as became evident when this years’ celebrations got off to a seasonal start by stuffing her slave. It is incredibly liberating knowing that my owner can stuff her slave whenever she wishes, and indeed she frequently does. I was strapped across the Playroom horse, oiled and mounted from the rear by the comfortably sized strap-on. No need for stretching exercises for my anus, just gentle and steady pressure as the dildo eased in then I was fucked, plain and simple by the only person I want to enter that most private part of my body. Mistress has complete freedom to do whatever she wishes to her rubber slave and I think the power exchange between slave and Mistress is complete and absolute and perfectly personified in this exquisite activity. Judging by the beautiful picture, Mistress was at least satisfied with the mount.

Adding a little spice to my already pleasantly throbbing rectal passage, Mistress thoughtfully pushed a remote controlled vibrating butt plug inside me. That would certainly keep the area throbbing, especially when the zip was pulled up and it was safely buzzing inside my latex catsuit.

After the boot worship and a liberal amount of stuffing it was time to move into the Clinic for what I knew would be even more stuffing. Mistress does like a latex nurse outfit and disappeared for a while to slip into her uniform. Mistress had instructed me to wear baggy trousers in the calling mail and that could only mean one thing; I was once more going to receive a scrotal saline inflation. Once firmly secured onto her operating table Maggie partially opened my crotch zip to release my cock and balls for the delicious inflation to begin, meanwhile, the vibrating butt plug remained in-situ keeping my innards company.

I was surprised when Mistress fitted and locked me in a metal chastity device, but hey it’s Christmas so an extra ornament was welcomed. Probably a little too welcome, because Maggie had only just got the wee beasty under her control before the affects of her fitting the device round my cock had the inevitable effect. Talk about growing pains, but the device was now fixed and my cock wasn't going anywhere. An interesting thought flickered across my mind. Knowing from previous experience that an infusion does have the saline gradually expanding along your shaft, with it now caged would the steel cage be stuck until the saline diffuses? It was only a brief thought and we soon moved on.

A gas mask was provided along with accessories to send me deeper under the spell of my enchantress, but definitely not a silent sensory control, oh no. To help fill the time whilst my balls were being filled with the 500ml of saline, Mistress had devised some entertainment aimed at keeping her slave alert and enjoying the sensations. Firstly for those Star Wars fans, you would certainly relish the Darth Vader breathing sounds that were being piped through the headphones, then you could use the darkness provided by the blindfold to let your mind wander to the halcyon days of Luke Skywalker, Princess Leia, Wookiee... I prefer dreaming of a wonderful, attractive, highly sensual and very erotic Mistress Maggie. Far more interesting and enjoyable than the Millennium Falcon.

Around halfway through the infusion, the drip drip of the saline slowed a little and a second cannula was necessary to encourage a good flow, then I think to amuse Maggie more than her slave, out came the pump up electro nipple tubes to encourage bud growth in these quiet winter days.

Sometimes I wonder what else amuses Mistress at her slaves expense, but that is exactly what I signed up for and promised Maggie a long time ago, ‘To willingly do whatever Mistress asks, immediately and without question… ‘. If I am being totally honest, I long for the journey of discovery that my Mistress is guiding me along and hope to uncover more of her secret pleasures. So far I have loved every one of them and can only hope that Maggie is deriving as much pleasure, otherwise I am really failing in my promise.

The electrical throbbing that was being induced in my puckering nipples was being matched by the vibrations lower down. You may have forgotten, I certainly haven't, that the anal stimulator was doing just that in parallel with the nipple stimulations. Whilst my balls were filling with the saline my nipples and butt were filling me with pleasure waves. Mistress has certainly found a very pleasurable way of whiling away her slaves time during the filling process.

As the final few salty millilitres were being eagerly absorbed into my ball sac, Mistress removed my blindfold and headphones so that I could see, well almost, and hear what was about to happen next. Maggie in her smooth sexy tones whispered that she was applying a shield to protect the couch while she hotted up the operation area with a frosting of molten wax. A very sensible precaution I thought.

I smelt a candle being lit, braced myself for what I thought was the inevitable hot wax on balls treatment and then... no pain whatsoever. Drip after drip was aimed at my inflated balls and it must have been the cool saline acting as an insulator, but I really couldn't feel the wax. I do believe Maggie was particularly pleased with this part of the session and grinned as she stuck something into the cooling wax. ‘That's it. The pudding is complete!’

I did not know what to think. Eh? Pudding? Complete? - Up until this point I could only guess what was happening down south. Thoughtful as ever, Mistress temporarily removed the aroma mask and allowed me to survey her handy work through the prism glasses. Bringing red rope she used it to hitch my chastity cage to my collar and present her pudding for better viewing.

Wow! what an amazing sight. My swollen balls covered in candle wax and the sprig of holly topping made my genitals resemble a Christmas pudding! Mistress really has the most amazing imagination and does like her slaves to appreciate her hard work. I really do think she has enchanted my heart, body and soul.

It was only now that I realised the significance of the foil shield round my pudding as Mistress announced it was time to cook the pudding and attached two electrodes, one to the foil shield and the second on the perineum, close to the vibrating butt plug. This could prove pretty uncomfortable as Maggie idly asked what level we should cook the pud.

Apart from a brief mention of Christmas day I am unsure how we both arrived at singing 'I saw three ships come sailing in', Perhaps the video will provide the answer? I think it was the sight of a Christmas pudding that put Mistress in such a festive mood, but it did make us both laugh and Maggie continued to laugh as the pudding started cooking. I stammered on singing in an electrified way and roughly in time with the rise and fall of the cooking cycle!

It didn't prove uncomfortable at all. After all why should it? Mistress wanted it this way and therefore I was actually enjoying all the sensations that were whirling around my senses. By now, either Maggie had turned the vibrating bum invader off or I had outlasted the batteries, after all it had been vibrating for most of the afternoon. Perhaps I will never know.

The lasting memories from this Christmas festivities are all very positive. Probably the most memorable is the feeling of complete calm at being so privileged to serve yet another Christmas with the most stunningly attractive and mesmerising person I have ever met or ever wish to meet.

Thank you Mistress Maggie for guiding me along this journey and long may it continue. A peaceful Christmas and prosperous and happy New Year and I really look forward to next Christmas with you as my owner but sooner than that, I will see you very early in 2020.

WARNING: This 90 second clip has audio.